Sweet Nothing

Her talk with Erani had made sense as she heard it. She understood - that this thing 'Could she even call it that?' with Gideon James would only hurt them both in the long run. It could destroy a relationship between packs, she could end up hurt or pregnant or worse... it simply wasn't a good idea. Besides, it had been nearly a season, and she hadn't heard from him. Perhaps she was simply a fling for him, a sweet stupid little virgin that he coddled and now wanted nothing to do with. Her thoughts had spiraled into something depressing, far worse than the little tingles of being ignored that she felt when she was younger and subtly fighting for Collision's time and attention. That had been the little flickers of emotion from a jealous sibling, one that had other siblings to distract herself and a kind caring guardian to lean on the off chance that she was lonely.


This was different. This was messing with her. He was messing with her - and she just needed some time alone. That was why she left Valhalla's borders, trailed over the eastern lands and left it all behind. The summer air was pleasant, the feeling of temporarily forgetting what had been pressuring her gave her room to breathe. Perhaps some quiet time would be all that she needed to get back on track - she was strong. Forgetting about someone that probably hadn't spared her a thought since she met him should be easy. Out of sight out of mind.


But that only worked when the lupine in mind was truly out of the picture. Chrysanthe froze at the sound of his voice, the smell of his scent wafting beneath her nose. There was no way that he was so close, no way that they had managed to run into each other... right? Yet he was so very there, so close - all she had to do was step forward and follow. His voice, his scent, why had her heart skipped a beat when she realized?


It would have been in their best interest if she had turned and run, but she just couldn't.


She approached the male quietly, her feet carrying her toward him without the complete consent of the rest of her mind. When she saw him, her eyes immediately flicked toward his own, her azure gaze unsure and undeniably sad. He was just as beautiful as when she had left him. Yet she hid it as she stepped closer, a smirk pulling onto her lips, and her eyes narrowed slightly in a somewhat mischievous greeting. "Imagine meeting you here Gideon James." As upset as she was, she couldn't get herself to be angry with him - only at herself for being so silly, to assume that he felt the overwhelming pull toward her that she did to him.


She was a fool.


"I thought I wasn't going to see you again." Despite coming to the decision that was probably a good thing, she couldn't help the little spark of hope that showed itself in her tone. She had missed him, despite, or possibly because of her sickening heartache. "How has Seracia been treating you?" Her question wasn't what she wanted to ask, but she refused to jolt straight into petty feelings. She had a thousand doubts that she wanted to confirm or be swept away, she had a thousand questions that she wanted to ask, pertaining to what they were, or rather, what they had been. But she couldn't, it all made her feel so weak... Perhaps she wouldn't mention the way that she felt at all.